Todos os capítulos de Sara and the Conqueror : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

SARA I could hardly believe the scene that greeted me when I pushed open the heavy doors to Tristan's private office. It was as if I had stepped into a different world entirely—one thick, heavy, and charged with an almost suffocating sexual tension. Alpha Tristan and Yvonne looked like two animals in heat, desperate for a quick, frantic release to drown out the horrors of the night. I felt that energy radiating most potently from Yvonne; it was a desperate, grasping hunger. I wanted to scream, to rail against the hypocrisy of it all, but I knew I had to play the long game. This was a fight for another day.The "adult" thing to do—the logical, self-preserving thing—would have been to retreat the exact moment I saw them and return much later once the pheromones had cleared. But I knew there was no peace for the wicked, and in this house, they were the architects of my misery. These two had connived to humiliate and degrade me in front of the entire pack; they had lied, labeled me a sed

ALPHA TRISTAN The moment the door clicked shut after Sara’s departure, the atmosphere in my office shifted from a fever dream of lust to a cold, stark reality. My body, which had been pulsing with a frantic, desperate heat only seconds before, suddenly went stone-cold. My cock went entirely flaccid, refusing to respond to Yvonne’s touch as if it had been doused in ice water.Yvonne was beyond furious. The realization that I was no longer interested in making out with her—that the spark had been extinguished by a single look at our prisoner—hit her like a physical insult. She did everything short of getting on her knees and pleading with me to finish what we had started, but I remained unmoved. My mind was elsewhere, and my body followed my mind.On any other given day, I probably would have obliged her. Yvonne was undeniably beautiful—a sexy, hot, and utterly dangerous badass. She was the kind of high-tier warrior woman that most men in the pack would gladly die for just to have a si

SARA I thought that Alpha Tristan was kidding until I came back from a medical check-up and found Paige standing in my new apartment. "Paige, what are you doing here?" I was surprised to find her standing there. "Sara, I've been here for a while now. I trust that your medical check up went well and they gave you a clean bill of health." She said with a smile. "I've been instructed to inform you that you are to move in with the Alpha as his new personal maid.""Son of a bitch." I cursed and rushed to where my stuff were, which was not much and they were gone. The room was a service apartment, if you were not told you'd never know that it's not occupied. "I wouldn't bother, everything you own and would need have been taken to your new home. My job was to pass on this information and accompany you to the place." Paige explained and I nodded."Fine, lets go." I hated the fact that he had to have me delivered like a parcel. I knew his fucking apartment. Why couldn't he just ask me to c

ALPHA RUNE "I'm not leaving," Carmen dared, moving closer to Kayvon near the door. They began whispering, thinking I couldn't hear them. Carmen’s voice was laced with a frustration she could no longer hide. "Kayvon, tell me again... who was this Sara Lockwood? Why is she the only thing that matters to him? I’ve tried to wrap my head around it, but you were in that coma and he wouldn't say a word."Kayvon was silent for a beat. "Sara was special. She gave him hope when nobody else would," he replied softly. "She was the light he didn't know he was allowed to have."Carmen seemed to finally grasp the gravity of my loss. But her next words were a hiss that cut through the stagnant air: "Then find her!""Find her," I interjected, my voice slicing through their whispers like a cold blade. I sat up, my spine popping with a series of sharp reports after months of disuse.Kayvon looked at me, his expression pained. "Rune... how do we find someone who is dead? We saw the wreckage on the highw

SARA "It’s Yvonne; she’s just incredibly angry that I’m treating you better than she thinks you deserve," Tristan said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room after I finished massaging the tension from his shoulders. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, rolling his neck. "She doesn't get it. She doesn't see the utility in you. Honestly, I think you should consider a career as a professional masseuse; your deft hands are truly excellent.""Thank you for the compliment, Alpha," I told him, keeping my voice as neutral as possible while I wiped my hands on a towel. "I took a comprehensive course in physiotherapy during my time in college. I suppose some of that knowledge stayed with me."He offered me a small, almost genuine smile—the kind that would have been charming if it weren't coming from my captor. "I have several high-priority meetings scheduled outside the pack territory today, and I’m not entirely sure I’ll be back before nightfall. Under different circumstances,